In April come he will.
In May he sings all day.
In June he changes his tune
And in July he flies away.
Things I have lost:
Weight, at times, to the point where I have sometimes been fit though never thin, but I have always gathered it back to me.
Heart, at times, but usually this is lifted by birdsong and beautiful things.
Mobile phones, and the loss of it was inconvenient but of small conqequence in the grander scheme of things.
Friends, some forever, but some to be found again.
Confidence, an ongoing battle never to be won.
My camera, the small one that Robin bought me for Christmas this year so that I could always have one with me, that was pink and white and also took films and panoramas. And, yes, I did find it again, St Davids being the kind of place where you would have a lost camera returned, but alas the wheels of a car or two may have found it first and whist shock proof and waterproof it was sadly not driven over proof.